Pat Pryor’s ’32 Project

I bet that I never own a 1932 Ford. It’s not that I don’t love them, it’s just that I don’t have the disposable income… and at the rate of which I’ve spit out kids in the last decade, I don’t see that dynamic changing much anytime soon. Of course, there are others in my boat due to differing circumstances. Take Pat Pryor for instance. He’s a young man in school and without a pot to piss in, but has always had a thing for deuces. How in the hell could he ever afford one? He couldn’t…